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When Your Hands Are Empty #poemofhope #faithpoetry #spokenwordpoetry

There will be a season when you have done all you know to do and still, nothing. No answer at the door. No sudden change. No sign in the sky telling you that tomorrow will be kinder. Just you, your unanswered prayer, and the strange silence that makes you question whether God is still listening. He is. Do not mistake silence for absence. Some of God's deepest work happens without making a sound. Roots grow in darkness. Healing happens beneath skin. Morning begins long before the window knows there is light. And somewhere beyond what you can see, your life is being moved by hands you cannot follow. So do not abandon your faith because you cannot trace God's footsteps. You were never promised a clear view. You were given enough light for the next step. Take it. Even if your knees shake. Even if your heart has questions your mouth is afraid to ask. Take it. Faith is not a life without uncertainty. It is waking up with uncertainty beside you and refusing to let it choose your direc...
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Burning into Desire #deepromance #lovepoetry #freeverse

Nature did not come to me softly,
It found me when I was already breaking,
When my breath felt heavy in my chest
and my thoughts dragged like shadows
I could not outrun.

I was low,
sunken into a quiet emptiness
that no voice could reach,
No light could hold.

And then…
It touched me.

Not gently,
never gently.

It pressed against my skin
like something alive,
something watching,
something waiting
for me to surrender.

The wind curled around me first,
fingers tracing along my neck,
lifting my hair like a whisper
that knew my name before I spoke it.

I trembled.

Not from cold,
But from the way it felt
intentional.

Nature did not comfort me,
It awakened me.

The earth beneath my feet
felt closer than it should,
like it was pulling me down
only to hold me deeper,
to remind me
I was never separate from it.

And then the fire,
God, the fire.

It didn’t just burn,
it entered in me.

It moved through my veins
like a slow, rising heat,
curling into my chest,
spreading into places
that had long forgotten
how to feel.

Nature gave me fire,
and with it,
strength.

But not the kind
that stands quietly.

This strength hunts,
it breathes,
it desires.

It made my body remember
what it was to be alive,
not just to exist,
but to ache,
to crave,
to want something
so deeply
it feels like survival.

And I felt it,
that shift.

That's dangerous,
beautiful shift
from emptiness
to hunger.

The trees stood around me,
silent witnesses,
their shadows stretching
like hands reaching closer,
their stillness thick
with something unspoken.

I closed my eyes,
and in that darkness,
I felt it again.

Nature,
wrapping around me,
pressing into me,
holding me
like a lover
That does not ask permission.

There was romance in it,
but not the kind
soft enough to forget.

This was deep.
This was consuming.

This was the kind of closeness
that doesn’t stay on the surface,
it sinks in,
marks you,
claims you.

The air itself felt heavier,
charged with something
I could not escape,
something that made my skin
burn slowly,
like a secret
being uncovered.

I exhaled,
and it felt like a release,
like surrender,
like giving in
to something I had been denying
for far too long.

Nature gave me renewal,
But it came wrapped in desire.

Not just a desire for life,
but desire to feel,
to touch,
to be consumed
by something real.

My mind opened,
not in calm,
but in awakening.

Every thought sharpened,
every sense heightened,
every part of me
alive in a way.
That felt almost dangerous.

And I realized,
this was not just healing.

This was a transformation
laced with longing.

I was no longer empty.
I was no longer still.

I was burning.

And in that fire,
in that deep, intoxicating pull,
I found something I never expected:

A love,
wild, untamed,
and unapologetically intense.

A love that did not whisper,
but took.

A love that did not ask,
but claimed.

A love that did not fade,
but rooted itself
deep within me.

Nature did not just restore me,
it awakened a desire
I could never be silent again.

And now,
I don’t want to be saved from it.

I want to burn.


© 2026 Gloria Penelope

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